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He was pleased with her answer and told himself to stop there. But he couldn’t. He had to know.
“Do you miss him making love to you?”
Tara closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them, tears lingered at the edges. “We never got to consummate our vows. Rory took a tumble before our wedding vows could be exchanged. He hit his head and died instantly.”
“How horrible for you,” he said. “I can’t imagine the pain you must have suffered.”
“My father gave me a little time to mourn and made arrangements for me to wed six months later.”
“You didn’t love this man?”
“I didn’t know him,” she said. “I met him on our wedding day. I did not find him appealing.”
“Then consummating your vows must have been difficult.”
“We never got the chance,” Tara said. “When our vows were spoken, he turned to me, smiled, and collapsed dead at my feet.”
“Good Lord, Tara, how terrible.”
“More than you know,” she admitted.
He scrunched his brow and rubbed his chin. “You have never been with a man?”
Tara threw her hands up in the air. “I tell you that the curse killed both men, and all you think about is that I’ve never coupled?”
“You haven’t?” He smiled; he couldn’t help it.
“What does that matter when I killed a man I loved and a husband. Do you truly want to take a chance and be number three?”
“No, I will be number one, the first and only man who makes love to you.”
“I can’t say that I don’t want to make love with you,” she said, reasoning that it was best to be honest with him in hopes that he would understand. “I find myself desiring you most all the time, but I fear if I surrender to my passion, that it may cause you to surrender your life.”
“You desire me all the time?”
“Don’t you hear what I’m saying?” she demanded.
“I heard everything you have said. Now hear me,” he said adamantly. “Your curse will not hurt me and cannot hurt me. Not now, not ever. Besides, Rory suffered an unfortunate accident. Terrible as it was, things like that do happen. Your husband died like many I have seen, talking and laughing one moment, dead the next. It is the way of life. Death claims those it will, not a curse.”
Tara shook her head. “You are a stubborn fool.
“No.” He grinned. “I’m always right.”
He was glad to see her smile, glad he could make her smile, and he wanted to keep making her smile.
“We agreed to take this slow,” she reminded, her smile remaining.
“No, we agreed that probably would be difficult.”
“But we’ll try,” she urged.
“I suppose we could,” he said, walking around the table and reaching out for her.
She skirted away from him. “We need to.”
“There’s something I need,” he said, inching closer.
She inched away. “What?”
